D-12 - Devils Night (2001) by D-12 (보컬) on maniadb.com

Announcer:
OK...
This is ANOTHER public service announcement brought to you
in part (punch sound) AARGH!
Rondell Beene:
Shut up punk! Yo... This thing on? Good, good
hell yeah. Look I'm speaking on be half of D12 and if you get
offended by words like bitch, ho, sissy, faggot, homo, lesbian,
fudge packer, clit eater all that shit like that, then you should
turn this shit off right now, because thats is some of the shit...
no, thats the only shit you gonna here right now on this album.
It's not like they don't have creativity or some shit like that, that
ain't the case. We just like saying shit like that just to fuck with
you. Ey, i told you to hold him down know he running,
but... fuck it! (gunshot) God damnit it if you had of just stayed still
that won't happened to you. It just goes to show when you fuck
around with us, shit can happen. Bitch!

Shit can happen
Shit can happeeen
Shit can happen
Shit can happeeen
Shit can happen
Shit can happeeen
Shit can happen
Shit can happeeen

(Kon Artis)
Yo, that's right motherfuckers we back
Same slanging
Orangutaning
Wilding out on hoodrats that say I act
Like I'm too famous
To say hi and tell 'em what My Name Is
But really I'm still nameless
You niggas don't get it yet do you?
Kill or not
Platinum or flop
I'll still put it through you
With a luger that'll spit fire
And hit higher
Than a pitch by a bitch like Mariah
You think for one second since we got a deal
That we won't deal with you in front of St. Andrew's still
You gay rappers better learn that
I won't stop until I see 'em turn back
If you don't slow that road you pack
You gon' see these Runyan Ave. niggas
That really need some Prozac
To show that ask the others
Brigade'll lay you down
Next to your mother's mother's grandmothers

(Kuniva)
You know I'm feeling real rowdy tonight
Ready to fight
And half the niggas I give DAT to
I don't even like
The same cat who never gave a damn about your name
I gives a fuck about it
Like the next L.A. Clippers game
I'll kill you in ways you couldn't even fathom
You and yo' madam
It's really unexplainable how I have 'em
Who call theyselves screaming about a challenge
Nigga we got a gift while you barely making it off of mere talent
My skills are deeply imbedded
Even your hoe said it
She was knock-kneed
I fucked her now she bow-legged
In the middle of rapping I drop the mic
And have a stare down and jump in the crowd and start scrapping
Kuniving Kon Artis my nigga we get it cracking
While the paramedics pick you up we on the side laughing

(Chorus: Kon Artis) (x2)
(Shit can happen)
This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
(Shit can happeeen)
Shit can happen to him and your ass
(Shit can happen)
You can be touched don't think you can't
(Shit can happeeen)
Cuz niggas ain't fucking around no more man

(Swifty)
The feds can't hold me (why?)
I hold feds
I was born with a dark ass cloud over my head (uh huh)
Raining acid (nigga)
You can't refrain from getting your ass kicked
Cuz you talk too much
You asked for it
I'm on some massive shit
Everybody ignore me
They wouldn't fuck with me if I was performing at an orgy
These niggas think I'm fronting (what up now?)
Then they change stories
I catch you and they thinking everything's hunky dory
I even have you pour me the gasoline for me (do it)
Pulling up slowly
Cop tailing your homies
Met a lot of niggas but you wouldn't wanna know me (for real)
Your ass might not even make it home with your roley (nigga)
Don't even try
In your system like eco lie
Trying to beef with me
Nigga please, your people die
I'm so wicked that my momma gave birth illegally (uh huh)
I survived the abortion immediately (Surprise!!!)

(Eminem)
Picture me sitting in a jail cell rotting
Or barricaded in a motel with twelve shotguns
When the *cops* come knocking
Each hands got one
Cocked ready to dump slugs heavy as shot puts
One man army
Guns can't harm me
Young and ornery
Worse than my Uncle Ronnie
Ever since I got my first gun pulled on me
I can't stop airing out my dirty laundry
Middle fingers flip at censorship
Your friends just flipped
Over this swift penmanship
Ever since I spit some shit on Infinite
I been giving it a hundred and ten percent
Cuz when I vent most of my energy's
Spent on enemies
Eighty percent of what I invent is hennessy
And twenty percent is from being hungry as sin
Ten is because I love being under your skin
Ya, (shit) shit can happen
So stick to rapping
Quit the yapping
Or I'ma lift the mac in
That can lead to another mishap happening
Skip the crap
Get the can of whoop ass cracking

Chorus (x2)

(Outro: Eminem)
(Shit can happen)
It can and it will
(Shit can happeeen)
Fuck around with Amityville
(Shit can happen)
And you die
Insanity still
(Shit can happeeen)
Mentality of twelve motherfuckers in six different bodies
(Shit can happen)
With their personality split
(Shit can happeeen)
Fucking you up with hit after hit
(Shit can happen)
Sticking you up with clip after clip
(Shit can happeeen)
Making you suck dick after dick
(Shit can happen)
(Shit can happeeen)
Dirty motherfuckin dozen
(Shit can happen)
The Kon Artis
(Shit can happeeen)
Motherfuckin Peter S. Bizarre
Swifty McVeigh
The Kuniva
Dirty fatherfuckin Harry
Puttin you down in the cemetary
You get buried
All of you motherfuckers suck our motherfucking cock
We are not playing
We are not playing
We are not bullshitting
This is not a motherfucking joke

(Bizarre)Yeah, welcome to Amityville
(Swifty)Detroit Nigga
(Bizarre)The reason why rappers gotta pack Pistols
(Swifty)Why is that?

*Laughing*

(Chorus: Eminem)
(Can't go nowhere without my gun)
Slick criminal with this shit I spit chews
(I walk the streets I got my gun)
Like a bullet came back that just missed then hit you
(I'm goin to sleep I got my gun)
I say the type of shit parents slit they wrist to
(Can't go nowhere without my gun)
need an anthem to amp you then this the shit to
(Can't go nowhere without my gun)
To many enemies on my list to sift through
(I walk the streets I got my gun)
Nobody got my back in this bitch but this tool
(I'm goin to sleep I got my gun)
Sorry officer I don't care how pissed I get you
(Don't go nowhere without my gun
But I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol

(Swifty)
Nigga we violently active
So fuck with us
See I'm backwards
I slap niggaz and punch bitches
Just for askin
They must have been wanting to meet the lord
When my parents talked to me they got mean mugged and ignored
They was snoopin trough my closet
Seein drugs on the floor
Shells from the forty four scattered over they porch
Bussin pistols in your windows with intentions to destroy you
Tryin to break your neck to conversate
Bitch, I l do it for you
Catch me laughin at your funeral when they lower you
You and your hoe
You got's to go
Bitches died slow and horrible
There's no tomorrow fo any nigga
We'll shower you
We young strapped and powerful
And I ain't gotta lie to you

(Proof)
Stepped in the door wavin the fo fo
Blazin at popo
escapin and lay low
they call my tongue yayo
But I spit fire
I lit five inside a fuckin dickrider
The clip slider
Love to blast the mag
You a fag
You love bein ass to ass
Grab a gun by the nose with the but the gat spank ya
Never say that I'm a gangsta ((Swifty): Now that's gangsta)
Y'all niggaz sound like Jigga but act like Pac
Yo my trigga got the flu and this gat might cough
It ain't nuttin to tell
Empty shells for the witness
I'm the hot nigga that's gonna put hell out of business
It won't be the same since we touchin the game
Make the hardest nigga in your crew
Tuck in this chain
Y'all think this shit's a game and I bluffin for fame
I squeeze of this tech until nothing remains

Chorus

(Kuniva)
he only time that I'm at peace is when I'm close to one
Cuz I don't know what's waitin for me when my vocals are done
Toke the gun
It's my way of life and it works
These cowardly niggaz'll put your fuckin life in the dirt
Cause it was wrong how they left my dawg he was priceless
Alone in the streets bleedin starin layin lifeless
That's why I'm heated
You never know who start creepin
Wakin you up with AK's while you lie sleepin
I'd rather pack the heat and not need it
Rather then need one and not have it
I married this glockmatic

Nowhere without my gun

(Kon Artist)
You know the sound when I'm spinnin rounds
Spittin these rounds from fo pounds
While the whole crowd is screamin this loud from they mouth
Is they possibly alive
*Shooting and screaming*
Nothing is parrallel to makin you carousel aerial somersault
Like fast wheels who will perish shells
Denaun carry the nine where I go
Bullets whistling hit you while I'm shootin at five-o's
So semi-auto...matic with statics to motto's
swingin like Columbine kids from Colorado

Chorus

(Bizarre)
This nine'll turn a softy to a hard rock
It'll make Jehovah witnesses think b4 they knock (Sorry sorry)
It'll make your grandmother come out of her purse
It'll make Limp Bizkit get rid of Fred Durst
It'll make Holyfield start fighting
It'll make Ma$e say fuck church and then go back to writin
It'll make Shyne say that he sounds like Biggie Smalls
It'll make R. Kelly give respect to Erron Hall
It'll make Christopher Reeves start walkin
It'll make a dog with no voice suddenly start barkin
It'll make a nun turn into a filthy slut
It'll make the hardest pitbull turn into a fuckin mutt
It'll make a Muslim dye his hair blonde
It'll make a redneck start to read the holy Koran
It'll make Ike stop beatin Tina
It'll make Slim Shady fall back in love with Christina

Chorus

(Eminem)Pistol Pistol
(Swifty)Nigga, you better have aim
(Eminem)I ain't goin nowhere without my Pistol Pistol
(Swifty)Cuz if you don't you finished
(Swifty)Flat out
(Bizarre)Detroit
(Swifty)Nigga
(Bizarre)Detroit
(Eminem)I'm sorry
(Swifty)What?
(Eminem)Fuck it
(Bizarre)The fuck we stayin
(Swifty)Fuck around and get popped
(Swifty)With no hesitation
(Swifty)Straight up
(Bizarre)Look where the fuck we stay at
(Bizarre)Nigga what where the fuck we stay at
(Bizarre)Fuck around with us
(Bizarre)You get us popped
(Bizarre)You fuckin get us popped

*Laughin*

Stop
You want me to do what?
What are those?
You want me to
Stick those in what?

* (Bizarre:)
What is on your nasty mind?
(Nasty mind, nasty mind)
Don't you wanna get
F***ed from behind?
(From behind, from behind)
They treat me like a dirty slave
(Dirty slave, dirty slave)
And beat me like I won't behave
I just wanna get freaky baby

(Swift:)
I'm to Swift on my toes
To get caught up
With you h*es
You don't know me
(Uh huh)
See I ain't gotta front to
Play the role (for real)
I'm a Know-G
I know when you're being phony
See you're probably
Boning them officers
Just to pull up on me (Sl*t)
That's why sixty percent
Of women is lonely
(Uh huh)
They getting my mix only
They trying to creep slowly
Because they nosy
I ain't listen to what
My momma told me
I f*** 'em and pas* 'em
To my homies (right)
Then he f*** 'em and
Pas* 'em to the homies
(Take her)
I'm a nasty as* macaroni
You flashing fast money
You can pas* the Roley
F*** a alimony (b****)
If you want me
And ain't out screaming
About your monthly
I'll be sticking your pretty as*
Until you turn ugly (damn)
You suddenly see stars
When f***ing me
Ain't no m?age
It's I-want-'em-in-threes
Release your garments (trick)
It ain't even me to hold back
I'll f*** your moms quick
Have her running around
This b**** screaming
"That's my d*ck"

(Kuniva:)
Yo, I know I'm dogmatic
But your pussy walls
Have had it (that's right)
It's evident that you been
F***ing like a jackrabbit
But I stay focussed (b****)
So I acted like
I didn't notice
And f***ed her
With no baby lotion
And bust in the soap dish
H*e you can quote this
Your breath is smelling like
You done sucked a
Senior citizen's old d*ck
Go spit (damn)

You gon' get chocked quick
Talking all that h*e sh*t
All agressive asking
For a slow kiss
No b****
(Get the f*** outta here)
You like freaking
See you every night creeping
Sucking off the nice deacons
Sl*t you made
His wife leave him (c*nt)
So keep slurping
I'll be down to the fullest
But forget it b****
Your nipples look
Like AK bullets (I'm out)

* Repeat

(Kon Artis:)
Yo, I'm tearing down
Whatever you built
Your marriage is through
'Cause I answered
Your wife's door naked
Wrapped in a quilt
H*es say,
"Kon Artis got a d*ck so big"
Man, I could persuade any b****
To have eight of my kids
Sh*t, b****
I should be locked up
For having honies' legs cocked up
In the back of my pop's truck
I'm not f***ed up
I just got a fetish for shooting
Cum in coochie
Till the pussy is booting it back out
I 69'd this one b**** and
She bled in my mouth
(Sh*t)
Kicked her out
Cleaned the couch out
And beat up my crouch
I don't gotta creep in motels
I cheat at my house
See I'm a dog
I don't need to keep
A secret hide out (naw)

(Bizarre:)
All night I been snorting
Your age and where you're from
Is just not important (naw)
You look like one
Of my mistresses
On welfare, ten kids like
The rest of my b****es
Dreams of f***ing
A handicapped b****
Suck my d*ck while
Your teeth start to grit
(Whore)
Inner slave, that's how
I want you to treat me
I ain't into S&M
But I love when you beat me
I told you
I was a horny as* freak
While I'm beating my meat
Your daughter acting
Like she asleep (ya right)
My love is like thunder and lightning
After it's over
I'm looking like
I got my as* kicked by Tyson

* Repeat

I just wanna get freaky baby

I'm the devil - if ever there was such a thing
The results of much too many drugs what you're seeing
I'm a mindfuck, completely dis-{*gus*}-ting
I'm {*white*}, a human mutt, fuck a being
I'm a dog - fuck lambs, I'm silencin 'em all
I'm involved in murders forensic science couldn't solve
Giant set of balls too big to buy a set of drawers
Might as well unzip my fly and let 'em fall to the floor
Each thought's completely warped
I'm like a walkin, talkin, ouija board
Speakin in tongues,
I've never spoke this speech before
.. Hhem-delle-la,
ennich-me-noughh-mi-niche-mick-norr ..
Have you ever experienced spirits
in lyrics when you hear 'em
'til you scared to stare
in into any mirrors when you near 'em?
Well if so, get ready for some shit yo
"Is this some kind of sick joke?" Shit no,
motherfuckin schitzo
So disturbed, he just goes so berzerk he tiptoes
This verse was his urge to slit throats of just hoes
Just goes to shizzow you dizzon't, fizzuck with
so-someone this disturbed, sa-sippin on si-zzurp
So - lock your doors, drop to the floors
Get your shotguns drawn -
here comes another "Clockwork Orange"
Look at Bizarre;
you really think he's right in his mind?
What the fuck you think's goin through
it when he's writin his rhyme?

* You bout to - journey into the mind
of a psychopath killer
Blood spiller, mentality much iller
than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams
You'll feel his pain and his silent screams
You bout to - journey into the mind of a psychopath killer
Blood spiller, mentality much iller
than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams
You'll feel his pain and his violent screams

It's Friday night, I'm at a rave again

Pickin up transvestites on my Harley-Davidson (hey hop on)
My girlfriend's a crackhead whore
She'll come to your door, suck your dick on the floor
and take your bottles to the store (nigga I'm takin these)
Have you ever seen a bitch get beat because she won't cheat
Run the street and suck another nigga's meat?
My son's sixteen years old with nowhere to stay (dad it's me)
I told him he wasn't mine, slammed the door in his face
And I ain't got no food, my job I've been cheated
My girlfriend had a miscarriage (I'm sorry) I had to eat it (ohh)
My dick is burnin, it ain't cause of disease
Because I'm jackin off with gasoline mixed with antifreeze (AHH!)
I'm livin in Waco Texas, me and my girl
Fuck David Koresh, I'm startin my own world
It's called Bizarre Cemetary, it's scary
Eatin a virgin's cherry, they're all gonna laugh at you Carey

* Repeat

I was born feet first, smoke 40's and drink weed
The Lord rehearsed my birth, I'm the worst breed
A nigga you ever set sight on, my right arm's
got more power than (?) Dragon's python so
"Journey into the mind of a psychopath killer"
Light yo' ass like a liquid nitro-gas spiller
Psycho slash Michael Myers, Michael Jack's "Thriller"
Rifle slash knife faggot that's your "Cop Killer"
As a yung'un, I was beat where I was livin (aight)
Crossdressed just to get thrown in the women's prison
I guess I was just stressed to be a hoodlum
Being pressed caused the stress that caused the Ritalin
Pressed stressed and Ritalin caused the cop's feelings
to be hurt after they seen what I did to those children
I'm vulgaric, you Bo Derek; I throw you face flat off the terrace
so you can have somethin to stare at

* Repeat

niggas.. nigga's??

niggas
rappers
whiteys
jews
This is how it happens to you
That's how people get fucked up
niggas
rappers
whiteys
jews
This is how it happens to you
That's how people get fucked up

(Kuniva)
If you a loud mouth
Trying to wild out
And we just how you laying
And we peep your style out
(You a punk)
When you chilling out in front of your truck
And get stuck

That's how niggas get fucked up

(Proof)
No love at home with your infolks
And the world just keeps fucking with your mental
And all these kids making fun of your trench coat

That's how students get shot up

(Kon Artis)
Hating on us but you come to our show
Fuck them niggas, I crowd surf and you let me go
Oh no
Whip your ass when I get off the floor
Just so you know though

That's how haters get fucked up

(Swift)
When the police pull you over and shit and find gonja
Now every month they checking on your piss
They getting mad cuz you ain't come back since
And now they sweating you

That's how P.O.'s get fucked up

(Kuniva)
When your mans hook you up with a bitch
Over the phone
And when you see her
She ugly as shit (God damn)
Now at the end of the date she want a kiss
And some dick

That's how blind dates get fucked up

(Proof)
Say we got a real crew with a lot of skill
And only one nigga in our crew make the dollar bills
Y'all fools just mad cuz y'all ain't got a deal

Go-go rappers talk too much

(Kon Artis)
You don't like this pain
But you roll with punks
Manage to trip the alarm
And you all get stumped
Cops got AK's
Y'all only got pumps
That shit's just dumb

That's how uzzi got locked up

(Swift)
When your ass wanna walk in the club
But 'stead of telling you to wait
The nigga wanna push and shove (move)
They get trampled from the niggas you brought
So move over

That's how bouncers get fucked up

(-Chorus x2-)

(Kuniva)
When you get your guns outta the stash
And gather all your homies up
To go and shoot up a pad
Soon as you finished y'all run out of gas
You better haul ass

That's how drive-bys get fucked up

(Proof)
Mixing weed with the brew
Extacy and Kalu, gasoline fumes
Nitrous balloon
Acid tablets and magic mushrooms

That's how D12 get fucked up

(Kon Artis)
I like your records
But my album ain't dropped
Dr. Dre's my favorite
Bitch get off his cock
Got a backstage pass and I need to get off
Wanna meet da-da-da Doc?

That's how groupies get tossed up

(Bizarre)
Drop outta school
Take drugs and molest sluts
Got your girlfriend sucking on my left nut
Your parents don't like me, but guess what (what)

Cuz Bizarre don't give a fuck

(Kuniva)
Chokin' your wife all in front of your peeps
She toss a brick through the window of your Jeep
They back together by the end of the week
That's so sweet

Slim and Kim argue too much

(Proof)
Invite a ho to your house
While your bitches out
Now you got this dick
All up in her fuckin mouth
Pull it out
And then you bust off on her favorite blouse

That's how Clinton got caught up

(Kon Artis)
Steal cars, wreck bars, got fucked up beyond
Recognition, walk in 50 clubs like we stars
Our mission every day is just to smoke bongs and fuck bitches

That's how Runyan Ave. is cut

(Swift)
When your life wasn't raised up right
See your mother coming home
With different niggas every night
And then you run in to the one you don't like
So get the fuck off ::shooting::

That's how step-dads get fucked up

This is how it happens to you
That's how people get fucked up
This is how it happens to you
That's how people get fucked up

This is how it happens to you
That's how people get fucked up
This is how it happens to you
That's how people get fucked up

I've take a couple loversI down a couple downersBut nothing comparesTo these blue and yellow purple pillsI been to mushroom mountainOnce or twice but who's countin'But nothing comparesTo these blue and yellow purple pillsCool, calm, just like my momWith a couple oflaw suits inside her palmIt's Mr. Mischief with a trick up his sleeveWho crawl up on you like Christopher ReevesI can't describe the vibe I getWhen I drive by 6 peopleAnd 5 I hitAh shitI started a mosh pitSquashed a chicAnd lost her foster kidsthis room makes me hallucinateThen I sweat till I start losing weightTill I see dumb shit start happenin'remember Vanilla Ice tryin to rap againSo bounce, bounce, c'mon bounceI said c'mon bounceEverybody in the house doin' mass amountsto the women in the thongs with the asses outbetter ask around d12 throws the bonmbest bash in townBizarre, your mom is crashing outhelp me get her on the couch before she passes outFuck that, someone help Denonhe's upstairs wrestling with elton johnHey VonYou see me stepping on these leprechauns?It gotta be cool to act like segaulYa I took a mindol with some parmesianAnd I think my arm is goneIt's probably numbYoung, dumb, and full of cumAnd I think he 'bout to swallow his tongueScary ass it was a false alarmYou think I'm 'bout to die when I just got onSo stop acting stupidYou so highThat you might wake up with a guyOn some new shitI think I did too muchI think i got the runswallies piptols and tons white child here comeI've take a couple loversI down a couple downersBut nothing comparesTo these blue and yellow purple pillsI been to mushroom mountainOnce or twice but who's countin'But nothing comparesTo these blue and yellow purple pillsDirty Dozen80 of usShady brothersLadies love usThat's why our baby mothersLove us but they hate each otherThey probably wanna take each other outAnd date each otherSome, something....Pop pillsPills I popPop two pillsOn stage I walkSnort two lines that were filled with chalkThought it was Incredible I killed the HulkI wanna roll awayLike a rollerbladeUntil my eyes roll back and i scar for daysAnd when I'm old and grayLook for coke to smokeWhen I pack up my nose with cokecough cough coughAm I supposed to choke?Had an accident when the Trojan brokeAhh, poor babyBorn by whore ladyNow I gotta straight born infant(You're crazy!)I pop four steps at one timeAnd I don't need water when I'm swallowing mine(You got any room?)in Bizarre's hatch backI can't get jobCuz her mom's so trashedWhy the hell you niggas think I rap?cause my momma taught me to preach contractIf you like smackThen I might too(Swift, chill)I'n just tryin to get by like youAnd I don't give a damn if they white or bluei'm being cruel the hell wit you tooEven smoke weed outta vacuumsI just got some and I'm going back soonI've take a couple loversI down a couple downersBut nothing comparesTo these blue and yellow purple pillsI been to mushroom mountainOnce or twice but who's countin'But nothing comparesTo these blue and yellow purple pillsI'm at raveLooking like a slaveHigh off chronicGin and tonic demonicBody smelt like vomitPussy poppin', ass is droppin', dope-headed guywhipped cream dirty mattresses waana tryBlue pills, golden sealsGot Bizarre actin' illDrugs kill (Yeah, right)Bitch I'm for realShut your mouth you dirty bitchYou know you want it in your butI'll put it in your cuntLet Bizarre nuttI've take a couple loversI down a couple downersBut nothing comparesTo these blue and yellow purple pillsI been to mushroom mountainOnce or twice but who's countin'But nothing comparesTo these blue and yellow purple pillsDirty Dozen80 of usShady brothersLadies love usThat's why our baby mothersLove us but they hate each otherThey probably wanna take each other outAnd date each otherSome, something....

Chorus] This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit 이런 종류의 음악은, 들으면, 무언가 하고 싶은 충동이 들지 Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it 이런 걸 듣기만 하면 거부도 할 수 없는거야 It's just some shit, for these kids, to trash they rooms with 그저, 아이들이 자기 방을, 쓰레기장으로 만들기 위한 음악 Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit 무엇 좀 하라고 들을 때마다 싫다고 하게 만드는 음악 The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it 누가 프로듀스 했는지 묻지 않아도 되는 음악 You just know - that's the new shit 그냥 알게 돼 - 이게 새로운 음악이야 The type of shit that causes mass confusion 집단 혼란과 사람들이 바보같은 행동을 and drastic movement of people actin stupid 하게 만드는 그런 종류의 음악이야 [Kon Artis] I come to every club with intention to do harm 난 누군가에게 해를 입히기 위한 목적으로 모든 클럽에 가지 With a prosthetic arm and smellin like Boone's Farm 인공 팔을 가지고, Boone's Farm 같은 냄새를 풍기면서 말야 Hidin under tables as soon as I hear alarms 알람을 듣는 즉시 테이블 아래로 숨어라 Paranoid thief that'll steal from his own moms 난 내 엄마도 털만큼 정신이 이상한 도둑놈이지 Connivin Kon, Artis with a bomb Connivin Kon, 폭탄을 가진 아티스트 Strapped to my stomach screamin, "Let's get it on!" 그 폭탄을 배에다가 묶고는 소리쳐 "한 번 해보자고!" A lush that love to drink, drunk drivin a tank 술을 좋아하는 주정뱅이, 탱크를 음주운전하고 Rollin over a bank, cops see me and faint 은행으로 쳐들어가, 경찰들은 날 보고 기절해 It's drastic, I'm past my limit of coke 과감하지, 나 코카인 한도를 넘어서 했어 I think I'll up my high by slittin your throat 이 기분을 니 목을 잘라서 더 띄워볼까 해 Push your baby carriage into the street, 'til it's mince meat 네 유모차를 거리에다가 내몰아, 잘게 저민 고깃덩이가 될 때까지 Your mens been beat the minute I step onto your street 너네 친구들은 내가 네 거리에 발을 들여놓자마자 끝난거야 This is fight music! 이건 싸움음악이야! [Bizarre] You know why my hands are so numb? (No) 내 손이 왜 이렇게 무감각한지 알아? (아니) Cause my grandmother sucked my dick and I didn't cum (oh) 내 할머니가 내 자지를 빨고도 사정하지 않았거든(오) Smacked this whore for talkin crap (bitch) 그년이 개같은 소리를 하길래 한대 쳤지 (개년아) So what if she's handicapped, the bitch said Bizarre couldn't rap 장애인이면 어때, Bizarre가 랩을 못한다고 말했단 말야 I fuckin hate you I'll take your drawers down and rape you 난 니가 싫어 네 팬티를 내리고선 강간을 하겠어 While Dr. Dre videotapes you (hell yeah!) Dr. Dre가 뒤에서 비디오에 녹화할 동안 (물론이지!) Satan done got me on this song 악마가 이 노랠 하게 만들었어 Eatin a hot dog readin the Holy Qu'ran, while I'm on the john 화장실에서 핫도그를 먹으면서 코란(이슬람교 경서)을 읽고 Tired of wearin this yellow thong 이 노란 끈팬티 입는게 지겨워 Take it back Sisqo, you know where it belongs (thong th-thong thong) 가져가 Sisqo, 어디다 놔야하는지 알잖아 (끈팬티 끈팬티) *Sisqo가 Thong Song을 부른 것을 가지고 하는 말 Now here's a gun, I'll put it in your palm 여기 총이 있군, 네 손바닥에 놓을게 Now go over there and blow up Dru Hill's arms 저기 가사 Dru Hill의 팔을 날려버려라 Fuck your love songs 니 사랑 노랜 집어쳐 [Chorus] This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit 이런 종류의 음악은, 들으면, 무언가 하고 싶은 충동이 들지 Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it 이런 걸 듣기만 하면 거부도 할 수 없는거야 It's just some shit, for these kids, to trash they rooms with 그저, 아이들이 자기 방을, 쓰레기장으로 만들기 위한 음악 Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit 무엇 좀 하라고 들을 때마다 싫다고 하게 만드는 음악 The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it 누가 프로듀스 했는지 묻지 않아도 되는 음악 You just know - that's the new shit 그냥 알게 돼 - 이게 새로운 음악이야 The type of shit that causes mass confusion 집단 혼란과 사람들이 바보같은 행동을 and drastic movement of people actin stupid 하게 만드는 그런 종류의 음악이야 [Proof] Just bring who you gon' bring on, who you gon' swing on? 가져와봐 누구에게 가져올건데, 누구랑 놀건데 I'm King Kong, guns blow you to king-dom come 난 킹콩이야, 총으로 네 왕국을 쓸어버려 이리 와 Show you machine gun funk 니 기관총이나 좀 보자고 Sixteen m-16's and one pump {*click-clack*} 16개의 m-16 그리고 하나의 샷건 The snub in my paw, shove it in your jaw 내 손바닥에 소음기달린 권총, 니 턱에 겨누고 Have you runnin out this fuckin club in your drawers 팬티만 입고 빌어먹을 클럽에서 뛰어다니게 해주마 We lovin the broads, there's nothin to applaud 우린 여자들이 좋아, 박수칠 일은 아니지 But fuck it it's all good, the hood is up in The Source 하지만 됐어 다 좋은 걸, 모두들 The Source에 있어 It's fight music 이건 싸움음악이야 [Swifty McVay] I'm a nigga that loves scuffles 난 싸움을 좋아하는 녀석이고 And won't hesitate to sock you again for swollen knuckles 부어오른 주먹으로 네 녀석을 한 번 더 패는데 주저 않을 사람이야 I'm like that, catch a nigga like bear traps 난 그런 놈이야, 곰 덫처럼 녀석들을 잡아 Blow his head back right in front of the priest sayin, "You hear that?" 그 놈의 머리를 성직자 앞에서 날려버려 '들리냐?' I slap your freak, bump you and won't speak 너를 때리고, 넘어뜨리고 말도 못하게 하겠어 If you step on my feet, you get drowned in your own drink 내 발을 밟는 순간, 넌 네 술에 익사하게 될거야 I suffocated my shrink just for talkin 난 말만 하는 정신과 의사를 목졸랐지 Came back and fucked up his pallbearers and made 'em drop his coffin 다시 돌아와 그의 관을 메는 사람을 족치고 관을 떨어뜨리게 했어 It's fight music! 이건 싸움음악이야 [Kuniva] These beads I'm swingin is stingin 'em 내가 흔드는 이 총구가 그들을 따갑게 해 See all these niggaz? When I step in the club, I'm bringin 'em 쟤네들 보이냐? 내가 클럽에 들어가면, 같이 데려갈거야 If any nigga lookin too hard, we Rodney King'n 'em 만약 누군가 찌뿌리고 있으면, Rodney King 처럼 만들겠어 *Rodney King - LA에 살던 흑인으로, 91년 경찰에게 집단구타를 당했죠. LA 폭동의 근원이라고도 할 수 있음 Malice green to them and gasolinin 'em with premium 원한을 품고서는 프리미엄 기름을 뿌려주겠어 Light a cigarette, flick it at 'em or spit it at 'em 그리곤 담배에 불을 붙이고는, 튀기거나 침을 뱉어 Hold up a picture of his family and kick it at him 그의 가족의 사진을 들고서는 그를 발로차 Blast while you right hookin, right when your wife's lookin 오른쪽으로 볼때 쏴주마, 니 아내가 보고 있는 곳 말야 Fuck fight music, bitch this is losin your life music! 싸움음악은 집어쳐, 이건 네 삶을 깎는 음악이야! [Eminem] If I could capture the rage of today's youth and bottle it 만약 오늘날의 젊은이들의 분노를 잡아 병에 담을 수 있다면 Crush the glass from my bare hands and swallow it 맨손으로 그 병을 깨서 삼켜버린 다음 Then spit it back in the faces of you racists 너네 인종차별자나 위선자들의 얼굴에 뱉어주겠어 and hypocrites who think the same shit but don't say shit 똑같은 생각만 하면서 말은 아무것도 없는 녀석들 You Liberace's, Versace's, and you nazis 너네 Liberace, Versace, 그리고 나찌들 *Liberace - 박물관 이름. 근엄한 척 하는 사람을 빙자한듯. *Versace - (베르사체)디자이너. 이건 멋부리는 사람을 뜻하는듯 Watch me, cause you thinkin you got me in this hot seat 날 봐라, 너네들이 날 꽉 잡아두었다고 생각하지 You motherfuckers wanna JUDGE me cause you're NOT me 너네 개자식들은 그저 내가 아니기 때문에 날 심판하고자 해 You'll never STOP me, I'm TOP speed as you POP me 넌 절대 날 멈추지 못해, 난 최고 속도로 달리고 있어 I came to save these new generations of babies 난 이 새로운 세대의 아기들을 구하려고 왔다 from parents who failed to raise 'em cause they're lazy 게을러 터져서 제대로 길러내지 못한 부모들로부터 말야 to grow to praise me I'm makin 'em go crazy 날 칭찬하게 만들고, 그들을 미치게 하겠어 That's how I got this whole nation to embrace me 난 그런 식으로 이 나라가 날 감싸안게 만든거야 And you fugazi if you think I'ma admit wrong 가짜녀석들 내가 잘못했다고 인정할거라 생각한다면 I cripple any hypocritic critic I'm sic'd on 내가 싫어하는 위선적인 비평가를 불구로 만들겠어 And this song is for any kid who gets picked on 이 노래는 괴롭힘을 당하는 모든 아이들을 위한 거야 A sick song to retaliate to, and it's called.. 복수를 하기 위한 미친 음악, 그 이름은... [Chorus] This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit 이런 종류의 음악은, 들으면, 무언가 하고 싶은 충동이 들지 Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it 이런 걸 듣기만 하면 거부도 할 수 없는거야 It's just some shit, for these kids, to trash they rooms with 그저, 아이들이 자기 방을, 쓰레기장으로 만들기 위한 음악 Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit 무엇 좀 하라고 들을 때마다 싫다고 하게 만드는 음악 The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it 누가 프로듀스 했는지 묻지 않아도 되는 음악 You just know - that's the new shit 그냥 알게 돼 - 이게 새로운 음악이야 The type of shit that causes mass confusion 집단 혼란과 사람들이 바보같은 행동을 and drastic movement of people actin stupid 하게 만드는 그런 종류의 음악이야 It's fight music! 싸움 음악이야!

I'm an instigator

(Chorus)
I'm an instigator
Nigga can't you see
I'm an instigator
Ain't nobody worse than me
I'm an instigator
I be the first to beef
First to squeeze
Take heed to the words I speak
I'm an instigator
Nigga can't you see
I'm an instigator
Ain't nobody worse than me
I'm an instigator
I be the first to beef
First to squeeze
Till it hurts to breathe
Fuck with me

(Kuniva)
I love getting shit started
I instigate a peace talk into a beef talk
Until police need chalk to chalk you up
Have bitches walking up
Smacking you in your face screaming that you talk too much
Tell women you said you fucked 'em
Tell the hardest nigga you said you snuck him
Raid his pockets and stuck him
Till they gather in front of your crib
Guns and ??? clips
Laughing when they shoot at you over the wrong shit
I lock down your block with lies
It's so believable
You run and grab your shotguns, glocks, and nines
Walking blind
Incite fights until they erupt
Instigate my own death cuz killing you ain't enough

(Swifty)
I don't give a fuck if we beefing or not
I squeeze first
I'ma heat up your spot
I'm a nigga that breathe dirt
On these streets everyday
Snatching nigga's lle'
How you bitches needing work?
You can get it from McVeigh
I'm despiteful
I tie a hoe
A maniacal vile animal
Liable to leave you strapped with your Bible
I'm psycho
My bullets won't fly by you
You wanna kill me?
You got the right to
Ain't gotta wait till night to snipe you
If I don't like you
You getting hit in broad day light with a white rifle
In front of your window I'm looking right through
I love when I see a nigga get stuck

(Chorus)
I'm an instigator
Nigga can't you see
I'm an instigator
Ain't nobody worse than me
I'm an instigator
I be the first to beef
First to squeeze
Take heed to the words I speak
I'm an instigator
Nigga can't you see
I'm an instigator
Ain't nobody worse than me
I'm an instigator
I be the first to beef
First to squeeze
Till it hurts to breathe
Fuck with me

(Kon Artis)
(I'm an instigator)
Drama tends to follow me
I know
I probably owe all of my friends apologies
Lie to every bitch just to get her to swallow me
Get a labotomy?
Nigga this runs to my artery
Guns are a part of me
I pack more than pottery
I oughtta be jailed for depicted mockery
Ain't gon' fight
The blood on the niggas that shot at me
I don't twist the truth
I just make it gothic, see?
I'm nothing but a liar
With a big ass mouth, dick, and fists
Big enough to knock your bitch ass out
Got no reason to tell you the truth
But to be honest with you
I rap with him
But I don't like Proof

(Proof)
Nigga fuck you
Me and Swift got plans to jump you
Type of nigga to shake your hand and stomp you
(I'm an instigator)
Convinced a tenth grader
To run up inside his classroom
And leave the kids sprayed up
Bitch straight up
This is the season for squeezing off triggers
On niggas for no reason
Either jump or quit running your mouth
Pull a gun out
Better use it till the bullets run out

(Chorus)
I'm an instigator
Nigga can't you see
I'm an instigator
Ain't nobody worse than me
I'm an instigator
I be the first to beef
First to squeeze
Take heed to the words I speak
I'm an instigator
Nigga can't you see
I'm an instigator
Ain't nobody worse than me
I'm an instigator
I be the first to beef
First to squeeze
Till it hurts to breathe
Fuck with me

(Swifty)
I throw a brick at your crib
Having you standing on the porch screaming
(Look what you did!!)
I ain't feeling no remorse
Nigga just pick up the kids
Swift got first dibs
On these cherry hot slugs
That'll barbeque your ribs
I'm preparing death beds
Quick to bust lead
While I'm staring at the feds
Tearing off their legs
Once you drop dead
They'll be swearing it's a plague
I'm sicker than a coke
watch the ???????? with dreds
You could shake if you move
Ditch with no clue
Don't put shit on your tape
With your skits and interludes
And once I finish you
They wouldn't put it in the news
I'm nuts so you hoes ain't got the guts to interview

(Chorus)
I'm an instigator
Nigga can't you see
I'm an instigator
Ain't nobody worse than me
I'm an instigator
I be the first to beef
First to squeeze
Take heed to the words I speak
I'm an instigator
Nigga can't you see
I'm an instigator
Ain't nobody worse than me
I'm an instigator
I be the first to beef
First to squeeze
Till it hurts to breathe
Fuck with me

I'm an instigator

G-shit

What up?
I gotta tell you motherfuckers the truth
This is straight G-shit
And all you can do is respect it

(Swifty)
Well I'm a state my name
Swift McVeigh
None of y'all niggas got shit to say
Rhymes keep coming off like a toupee
Plus I'm big headed running things my way
A selfish man
The back of the hand
We slapping the hell outta hoes because I can
Prostitute
I want my loot
And I don't give a fuck about your broke ass man and
Y'all giving niggas what they need and
Till bitches understand the meaning
Swift McVeigh is blowing up
Courvoisier till I'm throwing up
Wanna player hate me bitch so what?
What's your function?
Where's your bucks?
All you wanna do is wanna stick 'em up
You wanna rob me but I got too much
D12 naturally lifted
You niggas better duck when I cock the biscuit
You fuck with me
I fuck with you
Your entourage, nigga, fuck them too
I got grenades
What the hell you little 22 gon' do?
(Y'all ain't gon' shoot)
Your majors' soft
Cops get mad cuz I paid 'em off (what)
Made 'em cough (ya)
Blood and shit (ha)
That's what the hell y'all motherfuckers get
We runs this bitch
So, hey, you ain't gotta be scared to fuck (f'real)
If he want head then prepare to suck (do it)
Even if the nigga don't care to nutt
For every stroke it's a hundred bucks
Respect the game
You just a slut
So open your legs up and get my duck (bitch)

(Chorus: Eminem (Dina Rae))
You just a (hoe)
You just my (hoe)
Dirty ass (hoe)
I'm your pimp
You my bitch
You just a (hoe)
You just my (hoe)
Dirty ass (hoe)
I'm your pimp
You my bitch
You just a (hoe)
You just my (hoe)
Dirty ass (hoe)
I'm your pimp
You my bitch
Got get my (dough)
Go bring me my (dough)
Dirty ass (hoe)
I'm your pimp (I work for you baby)
You my bitch

(Proof)
I do spit game
No longer than my name
There where my chain hang
My nuts do the same
Don't pay pussy
Pussy pay me
Bitch, slut, hoe, my lady
And knowing the fact I was born to mac
That's why I got a hoe in the back
Blowing my sack
Got good game
It's a hood thang
Got a huge brain
Loot of pootang
But I'm all bank
Run that cheese
Tell that trick nigga (come back please)
I'm a L-7 that's a square
You my bottom hoe
You gotta know
Off to a plan to make a lot of dough
So suck fast bitch and swallow slow
Bitch quit talking back
Now walk the track

(Kon Artis)
I don't pay for ass
You pump my gas
You get slapped for a short of cash
I get whip lashed when I hit the gas
And holler out the window with a hash
Where's my scratch?
Bitch, that's it
Suck it, stroke it, make me rich
Cuz a token of my appreciation it's
Another client for you to hit
I don't give a fuck if you gotta go home to the kids
You shoulda picked another occupation trick
You stuck with me
Fuck with me and I'm a smack you up in this truck
You must have lost your mind or something
Crying and whining like you dying and suffering
Go suck some head for an extra buck(or something)
You know what
You made nothing
I'm just another case of a lazy husband

(Kuniva)
I want the paper stacked
Buy you an outfit it
Then take it back
When you page me bitch I never page you back
You only act a certain way that I make you act
Hoes recognize and niggas do too
Cuz they realize that niggas who shoot
Don't like a chick that act too cute
Bitch hold my gat down when I shoot hoops
And don't be asking me all kind of questions
All harrassing me calling stressin
Or I may have to release some aggression
And beat you to death and
Teach you a lesson
Looking for handouts
Like you my damn spouse
Pull your pants down
And fuck my mans now
Shut your damn mouth
Or get in the damn house
Open the damn blouse
And suck on my damn crouch

(Chorus: Eminem (Dina Rae))
You just a (hoe)
You just my (hoe)
Dirty ass (hoe)
I'm your pimp
You my bitch
You just a (hoe)
You just my (hoe)
Dirty ass (hoe)
I'm your pimp
You my bitch
You just a (hoe)
You just my (hoe)
Dirty ass (hoe)
I'm your pimp
You my bitch
Bring me my (dough)
Got get me my (dough)
Dirty ass (hoe)
I'm your pimp (I work for you baby)
You my bitch

(Bizarre)
Love the pussy
Sell that pussy bitch
Get out there and switch and go make Bizarre rich
You gotta itch
You fucking dirty bitch
Now get on the corner and start sucking some dick
Niggas want pussy
And I need cash
So mom get out there and start selling your dirty ass
Bizarre quick to hit 'em
Then stick 'em
Fuck it I'll let you hear one of my victims
(Somebody help, I'm on Seven Mile and Muriel)
Shut up bitch you talk too much
And about to get fucked in your dirty butt
Never seen a pimp like me out here whoring
Shut your fucking mouth and you'll be out by the morning
Cuz I'm the dirtiest pimp you ever heard of
Give me my 5000 and take this cheeseburger (bitch)
Go suck dick at a bachelor party
So what if you on your period(I want my fucking money)
Blood never hurt nobody

(Chorus: Eminem (Dina Rae))
You just a (hoe)
You just my (hoe)
Dirty ass (hoe)
I'm your pimp
You my bitch
You just a (hoe)
You just my (hoe)
Dirty ass (hoe)
I'm your pimp
You my bitch
You just a (hoe)
You just my (hoe)
Dirty ass (hoe)
I'm your pimp
You my bitch
Give me my (dough)
Go bring me my (dough)
Dirty ass (hoe)
I'm your pimp (cuz I work for you baby)
You my bitch

That's all you is
You just a dirty ass bitch
Dirty ass, nasty ass, skanky ass, filthy ass, stanky ass bitch
But I love you
Kim

(Outro: Kuniva as Rondell Beene)
And there you have it goddammit
The fundamentals of pimping
You heard it here first
From the dirtiest dozen you've ever seen in your goddamn life
Well this is Rondell Beene on the scene
And we keep the pussy hole smiling
Because we always wilding
You know what I'm saying?
Fuck what everybody else be talking 'bout
We letting you know right here
That pimping it ain't dead
We love getting head
In dirty ass bed
That's just what we do
You know we were throwing hip heroin parties back in 1968
The pussy is all great
I see you at eight, bitch!

[swifty mcvay]
Hmm, yeah
This just one of them days when yo’ ass just wanna chill out
And motherfuckers be all in yo’ ear and shit, yknowhati’msayin?
Or that naggin bitch, that just like to hear herself talk
Blowin all yo’ high away
Now that’s some fucked up shit, heh
But it happens, yknowhati’msayin? yo

[eminem]
Yo yo yo yo
Schizophrenia, how many of ya got it?
How many motherfuckers can say they psychotic?
How many motherfuckers can say they brain dry-rotted from pot?
You got it like I got it or not?
If you did, you would know just what I’m talkin bout
When your tongue’s rottin out from cotton-mouth
When you end up becomin so dependent on weed
That you end up spendin a g in the vendin machine
You got the munchies, look at you, junk food junkie
Potato chips and lunch meat, up in the front seat
Sometimes you can get so paranoid from ganja
That’s it gotcha thinkin the whole world is watchin ya
Or maybe you don’t smoke, maybe you just roll
But whatever your drug’s yo, go for the gusto
Just don’t, come fuck with me when I’m doin my drugs
You see me in the club don’t come fuckin my high up and

[chorus: d-12]
Blow, my, buzz
You want to want to just don’t blow, my, buzz
(do what you want to) and I’m gon’ sit here and just roll, my, drugs
(smoke my weeeeed) and if you talk I’m gonna fuck, you, up
(I might just whoop yo’ ass) just don’t say shit and we’ll be cool

[bizarre]
[ding dong] bitch let me in the house (avon? )
No, I just came to eat your mother out
It’s the big guy, doin a butterfly to the ground (go ’head!)

[eminem] bizarre sit yo’ nasty ass down

[bizarre]
I spot this fat bitch from across the room
Now suck my dick while your boyfriend’s in the bathroom (yea yea!)
My face is pink, lookin for a sink
And don’t worry bout what I put in your drink
It’s called a date-rape drug, ten minutes you’ll be fucked up
Open your nasty-ass legs up (yeah you whore)
Bitches I’m catchin, blunts I’m matchin
Don’t call me bizarre, I’m the reverand jesse jackson

[swifty mcvay]
Who the fuck is this guy, why the hell you in my presence?
It’d be cool if you was askin me some reasonable questions
But you on some bullshit nigga, this yo’ last beer (f’real)
Get the fuck off my dick and tell yo’ bitch to bring here ass here
I kick a hoe out without givin her cabfare
And leave her barefooted just for naggin in my damn ear
When I’m out eatin, you fags’ll interfere
They don’t go until I let ’em know a mag’ is sittin here
I get drunk and I smoke weed, whatcho’ ass wanna hear?
I didn’t answer you clear, I met manson this year okay?
You want some yea? I’ll front yo’ ass a play
But other than that, get the hell out my face
Because you niggaz tryin to

[chorus w/ variations]

[kun] yo denaun you seem shook
[kon] I really am dawg look
This fat bitch keep chasin me tryin to give me the nook
[kun] aww man you probably lead her on
[kon] I just bought her a beer!
[kun] I saw her rubbin on your head while she was wipin your tears
[kon] I admit, I was high, but you ain’t seen me cryin
[kun] nigga you lyin, and you blowin my high, just stop denyin it
[kon] well at least somebody in this bar is, this big bitch did
The ultimate by sayin she wanted to have my kids
[kun] look man you grown, just leave me alone, I’m in the zone
Call it a night, get stoned, and take that fat slut home
Just drink the drink, hit the dank, do some drugs
Go kill yourself
[kon] fuck you!
[kun] well stop blowin my buzz!

[proof]
I’m at the front of the bar by the lounge in the back
With a slut on my arm while I’m downin the ’gnac
Got the pills in my system, floatin around
Everytime I start driftin, someone open they mouth
Yo my ear been spit licked and freestyled in
I think I’m goin def like old senile men
Only one good demo out of three thousand
(yo I ain’t wanna rap for you anyway, so keep talkin)
Next nigga that bump me, i’ma do the humpty
And elbow bitches, ’til everybody jump me

(yo man whassup wit you man why you keep bumpin me and shit)
Whassup fool? fuck you punk!
(motherfucker, the fuck? it’s on fool it’s on! whassup then nigga? )

[chorus w/ variations]

We’ll be cool
We’ll be cool if you don’t talk while I’m just tryin to smoke my weed
Smoke my weed..
I’m tryin to drink with my niggaz; just shut the fuck up
While I’m just tryin to get blowed
Spittin to me some mo’.. (hehehe)

I’ll see you at eight, bitch

[DJ Seven Deuce]
Yeah, this is DJ Seven Deuce
of the Motown sounds on W-Down, ha ha
Give a big shout out to Runyan Ave
and them Detroit players, you know what I mean?
And we're gonna go to the phone lines right now
Caller...

[Jeff Bass]
Caller my ass! You know who this is
Look, I'm mad as hell
First you got Eminem, this nigga say he gon' get me on his album
No show I didn't get on it
Then he signed these niggas D-12, these little punk ass niggas
Then all of a sudden I heard he signed a new mothafucka named

[Obie Trice]
Obie Trice, first I took the underground over
The "Well Known Asshole" brought y'all horror
Then the industry saw interest in me
Now I'm Shady Records like Marshall Mathers LP
Mr. Trice, the name has occured
in your conversation, but the face is a blur
And if you never spoke my name, nigga you heard
God word, from that mega bitch that stay bootleggin'
Underground since the Fu-Schnickens
Or underground since Chi-Ali was fuckin' with them stupid bitches
Different species
Shittin' on you, punk muthafuckas
with a Dirty Dozen type or feces

I make music to make you
Sick of fake music
Hate music
Like devil worshipping
Satan music
So say your prayers,
Your Hail Mary's,
And Jesuses
Take two sticks and
Tape 'em together
To make a crucifix
Try to stop it but you can't do it
A whole generation of kids
Blowing out their
Fucking brains to this
Kurt Cobain music
Students converted to 'caine users
As soon as they heard it
Went out and murdered
And main to it
What's your name

Judas
Got my nine with
Six sharp shooters
Now let's do this
I got niggas that's used to static
You don't understand how
I'm all up in you niggas
TV's like Carolan
I'm a poltergeist
Lyrically I'm supposed to strike
Trying to snatch this mic
You get cracked with moisonite
(Swifty get your own woman)
I want his wife
I'm the type to go to
Gambling parties with trick dice
I rob casinos
Slugs eat those
You think it was the Devil
Feeding your jalape?s?
Now you out of the scene h*e
Shot at your clean clothes
A four-four
Prone to make you niggas
Breathe wrong

* It's Devil's night
It's Devil's night
It's Devil's night
'Cause I came back
To rule this time
It's Devil's night
'Cause I came back to
Take what's mine
It's Devil's night
It's Devil's night
It's Devil's night
'Cause I came back
To rule this time
It's Devil's night
'Cause I came back
To take what's mine
It's Devil's night

I'm on the John
Trying to sh*t
And get no response
Constipated b****
Tell these pigs to back off
The mind of a rapist
Denaun never changes
Beat up strangers
Without a reason
I'm a anus
Walk the street
Then beat a jack with a

Glove to match it
Drop the hatchet
I put my head on opposite
And step backwards
Walking zombie that's ornery
Pulling on robberies on politicians
Without a sense of comradery

I can concoct the nine flat
Plus I run with the best
Hop on the motorcycle busting
Wheelies over ya chest
Bystanders standing by
Thinking nowhere to mess
Blast you every hicky that
Them b****es put on your neck
What the f*** do you expect
When the slugs get dealt?
And make you feel
Every ounce of pain
That Bugz had felt
A deranged teen
Smoking ganja and greens
This carbean'll make
Your f***ing head
Shake like tambourines
I pledge alleigance to
The streets of the D
And if you think you out cold
Catch a piece of this heat
And when it blast
It'll take off every piece
Of your niece
From her berets
To her cheeks
To her cute little feet

* Repeat

Stop taking drugs
I'm trying
My little boy's dying
He's losing too much iron
And if I die it won't be
Because I got shot
It'd be because
I tied my arm in a sock
And smoked rock
Taking drugs is cool
That's why I buy 'em
Shoot 'em in my as*
Let your little brother try 'em
Ten years is what I'm facing
Police breaking in my house
Lil' Bow Wow in the basement
A rapist that'll bust in your mouth
I'll probably be in jail 'fore this
F***ing album comes out
I'm eighteen years old
Still sh*t in the bed
Beating till I'm red
Fear nothing but water and bread
Me and Ken
F***ing dirty Jen
So what if it burns
B**** when I stick it in
No medication
I'm out of percasets
I lost my weed
Plus my f***ing diaper's wet

* Repeat

(Eminem:)
Hey Steve,
Vanessa said
You wanted to see me
(Steve:)
Marshall, I can call you
Marshall right?

(Eminem:)
Uh, sure

(Steve:)
Good, sit the f***
Down for a second

(Eminem:)
Okay

(Steve:)
Do you just f***in' hate me?

(Eminem:)
Hate you?

(Steve:)
What the f*** have
I ever done to you?

(Steve:)
Your last record, we got lucky

(Steve:)
This D-12 album is f***ed

(Eminem:)
What's wrong with it?

(Steve:)
I don't wanna
Rape my grandmother
I don't wanna have

Sex with pitbulls
I wanna roll on dubs,
I want throw bows,
I wanna rock prada

(Eminem:)
Rock prada?

(Steve:)
And who the f***
Is this Bizarre guy?

(Eminem:)
What do you mean?

(Steve:)
Do you need a Cat-scan?
Where the f***
Did you find this guy?

(Eminem:)
I mean, I've known him like

(Steve:)
This album's never coming out

(Eminem:)
Steve, you've only heard one song

(Steve:)
F*** you
Get the f*** outta here
Now

(Eminem:)
Okay, okay, sh*t

Chorus: Eminem)
I don't wanna go to school (I don't need no)
I don't need no education (education)
I don't wanna be like you
I don't wanna save the nation
Daddy NO
I just wanna live my life (I don't need no)
Everyday a celebration (self-control)
One day I'ma leave this world
I wait for the revelation

(Bizarre)
I wanna kill myself!
I'm still debating
In front of a Baptist Church masturbatin
Praying to Satan
Think I'm crazy cuz I smoke crack
Live on B with the mac
In a two family flat (Fuck it)
Tired of getting hit in the face with a broom
My mom's on her period
My dad's in my room (Daddy no!)
I got ten rocks that I need to get out
I sold 'em in five minutes
In my own damn house
(My mom smokes crack)
My poor grandmother
God bless her soul
The bitch got AIDS
She was waiting to die of a cold
There's three things to keep me from being a Nazi
I'm black, a fag, and my dad's Liberace

(Kon Artis)
No matter how bad the beating
I went to school cheating
My dad whooped my ass at a PTA meeting
Skipping school, I had to have nuts just to do it
Got born and became truant
When I had the gaul to go
I just couldn't do it
I was lured into corners by this peer pressure shit
How would you feel if you was held
By the tip of a barrel
Getting threatened to get your skin
Ripped to bone marrow
Bet suburban kids
Never got rushed for their apparel like me
Outcast
Last to class
First to leave
When the teacher called on me
Best believe
I had something up my sleeve

(Eminem)
I been praised and labeled as crazy
My mother wasn't able to raise me
Full of crazy rage
An angry teenager
Nothing could change me back
Gangsta rap made me act like a maniac
I was boosted and
So influenced by music
I used it as an excuse to do shit
Ooh I was stupid
No one could tell me nothing
Hip hop overwhelmed me
To the point where it had me in a whole 'nother realm
It was like isolating myself was healthy
It felt like we was on welfare but wealthy
Compelled me to excel when school had failed me
Expelled me
And when the principal would tell me I was nothing
And I wouldn't amount to shit
I made my first million and counted it
Now look at it
A fucking drop-out that quit
Stupid as shit
Rich as fuck
And proud of it
Thats why...

(Chorus)
I don't wanna go to school (I don't need no)
I don't need no education (education)
I don't wanna be like you
I don't wanna save the nation
Daddy NO
I just wanna live my life (I don't need no)
Everyday a celebration (self-control)
One day I'ma leave this world
I'm waiting for the revelation

(Swifty)
I was raised with a rifle and mask
Steadily beating my psychiatrist's ass
Just for asking about my past
I was never on that punk shit
Fucking around could get your beloved abducted
Smothered in blood quick
You couldn't pay Swift to give a fuck
Was crazy like my father
It must have been poison in that nigga's nutt
Far as probation
Fuck peeing in cups
I violate it anytime
Let 'em see the blunt
I grew up steadily masturbating inside a cell
Drunk as hell
Having conversations with myself
You could tell I wasn't leniant
A disobedient lynch
that slapped teachers
Bitch I'm not reading it
You don't know what dogs go through
A little nigga sipping liquor
With my old dude
What the fuck you gon' do?
I'm quick to curse you
I told my mother that I'ma hurt you
If you ever again mention a curfew

(Kuniva)
Look
My family ignores me and I don't like that
They don't even listen when I tell 'em
I'll be right back
This nice beautiful house mom?
It don't mean shit
Cuz you know Daddy's a drunk
And he don't clean shit
And yesterday he hit me like a grown fucking man
I couldn't stand up to him
I just ducked and ran
I'm sick of this
I wish on Christmas
That I can get a loaded four-fifth
And put a fucking end to this (Fuck it!)
I got no friends and I can't get a bitch
Only thing I have is dirty magazines and sticky fingertips
Nothing to smile about
I'm about to lose my mind
Got me an automatic nine
Now I'm wildin' out

(Proof)
when schools over
Pupil or people to shoot through
Kids going cuckoo
With a two-two
Since my friend is this new dude
In his high school
Losing his noodle
Learning people don't like you
The football jocks is
Spitting on him
Popular kids in school that's now picking on him
Burn out youngsta niggas now hitting on him
And his teacher in his English class keep flipping on him
And now he's grounded with no allowances
For drinking forty ounces
Cuz he was caught by his counselors
And why the fuck I gotta ride the bench coach?
Already got expelled for wearing a trenchcoat
All I ever seen is
(Violence, violence)
Told me to keep silent
Stop batting my eyelids
It's apparent that my parents weren't parents at all
That's why I blow out my brains
and murdered you all...(FUCK YOU)

(Chorus: Eminem)
I don't wanna go to school (I don't need no)
I don't need no education (education)
I don't wanna be like you
I don't wanna save the nation
Daddy NO
I just wanna live my life (I don't need no)
Everyday a celebration (self-control)
One day I'ma leave this world
I wait for the revelation

[Eminem] Hey yo dawg I got some shit on my motherfuckin chest that I need to get off cause, if I don’t I’ma fuckin explode, or somethin Now look - this is a story about some little fuckin girls that I know It goes like this.. It’s so easy for me to make enemies any more it’s sickening People are lookin for an excuse to jump on my shitlist Stickin their noses in shit that isn’t none of their business I never asked, cared, gave a fuck, or wanted opinions Now I’m in the position that, I don’t wanna be in - shit I never had no beef with your corny son of a bitches But now the shit is broke and you can’t do nothin to fix it So I’m tellin you right now - motherFUCK a Limp Bizkit Now I’ma be real, B-Real was real He ain’t say shit the whole time me and Whitey was beefin; see he chilled He was cool with the whole situation and kept it neutral I’d have never involved my crew if it wasn’t for Pupils Peoples, whatever your backpackin cypherin name is Had I not opened a magazine and seen what you sayin and I’da never involved you, but you had to add your two pennies Now I gotta go grab my shitlist and add some new enemies Hit the studio and I’ll admit, I had a few in me Fuck it, I roasted you, I ain’t mad at you any But let it be known that song was never released, it leaked I’da never gave you that much attention intentionally Then I look on the TV, now look who’s mentionin me That little fuckin weasel, DJ Lethal, on MTV After I gave you props in that song, you on national TV Talkin bout Everlast is gonna whip my ass when he sees me? Come on dawg, you was supposed to be on that song Talkin bout how bad you hate him, now you all on his thong? What’s wrong? You scared, and Fred, you said you was dissin him too I shoulda knew better than to listen to you You fuckin sissy, up on stage, screamin how people hate you They don’t hate you They just think you’re corny since Christina played you And I dare you motherfuckers to try to diss me back That’s a sissy act, and don’t call me kissin my ass Cause I swear to God this ain’t just a song I’m tryin to pre-warn you Lethal when I fuckin see you dawg I’m swingin on you! Motherfuckers must think cause I’m in trouble with the law that I won’t jaw ‘em, up my sentence and double it tomorrow [Chorus] Y’all some - girrrrls - y’all are some god damn girls Why do you act this way? - Why do you act this way huh? Why do y’all act like fuckin sissies you pussies keep talkin shit behind my back you just some bitches for that And we all knowwww - we all know, hah How fuckin cowards rollll - “keep rollin rollin rollin” In fuckin Bentley’s and pretend to be down But as soon as someone calls you out You put your tail between your legs and bow dowwwn [Eminem] Now I don’t ask nobody to share my beliefs, to be involved in my beefs I’m a man, I can stand on my feet So if you don’t wanna be in ‘em all I ask is that you don’t open your mouth with an opinion and I won’t put you in ‘em Cuz I don’t ask nobody to share my beliefs, to be involved in my beefs I’m a man, I can stand on my feet So if you don’t wanna be in ‘em all I ask is that you don’t open your mouth with an opinion and I won’t put you in ‘em Now see if you diss me and I respond, the beef is on But if I help you sell one record and I see you at a show, I’ll strip you naked See I was smart, I came back and scooped up my friends Now I got five dawgs that’ll die for me like I’ll die for them I’ll fight for them, swing or shoot like I fight for Kim All of ‘em been with me through this fucked up life that I’m in That goes for all of my dogs, from Royce to Dre From Xzibit to Mel-Man, ’til I’m hoist away in my coffin I’ll never soften no matter how often I’m tested I’ll never give a fuck, I won’t never be interested Love me or hate me as much as Fred wants to be hated I will solemnly stand by every statement I stated This shit that I been through my pencil never could pencil But I will never be this gullible ever again though (nope) Next time I’ll know when someone’s copyin off me I’m not bein cocky, I just know when somebody’s mockin me I stick up my middle finger, he sticks up his finger (hey!) I say “Fuck Christina” he says “Fuck Christina” but meaner So from doin a song with Method to beggin to get accepted I’m peggin Fred with the bottle of dye that he bleached his head with And as for Lethal, don’t forget what I said I’m fuckin you up punk, you’re dead! Don’t think that I’m playin And fuck BIZKIT! Cause I know you’re sayin fuck D-12 Only not to our face, under your breath, to yourselves [Chorus] You little - girrrrls - motherfuckin females Why do you act this way? - Why do y’all act this way huh? Why do y’all act like fuckin sissies you pussies keep talkin shit behind my back you just some bitches for that And we all knowwww - now we all know the truth How fuckin cowards rollll - “keep rollin rollin rollin” In-fuckin-dent me’s and pretend to be down But as soon as someone calls you out You put your tail between your legs and bow dowwwn [Eminem] Now I don’t ask nobody to share my beliefs, to be involved in my beefs I’m a man, I can stand on my feet So if you don’t wanna be in ‘em all I ask is that you don’t open your mouth with an opinion and I won’t put you in ‘em Cuz I don’t ask nobody to share my beliefs, to be involved in my beefs I’m a man, I can stand on my feet So if you don’t wanna be in ‘em all I ask is that you don’t open your mouth with an opinion and I won’t put you in it And that’s it, that’s all there is to it dawg If you didn’t wanna do the fuckin song don’t say you’re down with doin the fuckin song and then back out at the last minute And then go on motherfuckin MTV talkin about Everlast can whip my motherfuckin ass If you’re scared of Whitey Ford dog just say you’re scared of Whitey Ford, that’s it That’s all you had to fuckin say, I wouldn’ta said shit I woulda backed off, did the motherfuckin song myself and not put you motherfuckers in it, that’s all Now I ain’t even on no rap shit no more I’m on some fuckin-you-up shit when I see you And I will see you too; oh, and by the way Fred That wasn’t an accident I didn’t mean to give you a play at the Music Awards Haha..